The Priest - Milow

I’m Peter van der Hold

I’m 68 years old

My doubts and questions have increased

In 42 years of being a priest

I’m at the end of my life

I’m not sure if I’m gonna survive

I often don’t know what to say

When I talk to Him when I pray

In reply I receive

Only silence, no relief

I’ve waited in vain for a little advice

From that great voice in the ethereal skies

Once I was revolutionary

A devoted mercenary

A gifted student in God’s hands

Now I’m old, and sick of his demands

I tried to be honest and good

Did my job the best I could

But I always stayed that average man

Right in the spot where I’ll began

During the grief, with which I’ve dealt

S’been three decades since I’ve felt

The certainty I so adored

'Bout the existence of the Lord

I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know

God left this place, long, long time ago

I’ll give him to my perish

Things I don’t have myself but cherish

And namely love and charity

Mostly purpose, that’s what sets you free

So I’m where the metaphors

Are not comforting anymore

I think I’m almost done with my search

Got old so fast, here, in my church

But feels as if I’m kept out

Some sort of secret about

The meaning of life sometimes

Can’t fail to notice these are mediocre times

I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know

God left this place, long long time ago

I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know

God left this place, long long time ago

And time has made me good at one thing

And horrible at everything else

The blessings of a world divine

Were always elsewhere, were never mine

Oh, I would like to hold someone

Briefly, maybe, have some fun

My body’s oddly designed

So I’m not really the hugging kind

Not once has there been

Someone with softer skin

Who reached out for me in the middle of the night

Across my own lumpy mattress when I turn on the light

I think I’ve been miscast

And the time of saints is passed

My faith is weak, last, but not least

After 42 years of being a priest

And the church is like a woman

Thing out of reach like a vision

She glimmers in the distance to which I could never quite get

Now I am left here with my regret

I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know

God left this place, long, long time ago

I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know

God left this place, long, long time ago

I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know

God left this place, long, long time ago

I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know

God left this place, long, long time ago

It’s my portion, it’s my cup

It’s my portion, it’s my cup

It’s my portion, it’s my cup

It’s my portion, it’s my cup

It’s my portion, it’s my cup

It’s my portion, it’s my cup

It’s my portion, it’s my cup

It’s my portion, it’s my cup